Today, I went to what seems to be the main attraction of this city: the Ancient Lotus Flower Pond 故莲花池.
It’s a structure that originally dates back as far as the Tang-dynasty.
I liked it.
To me, it felt like a pretty little place with a nice and relaxed atmosphere to it.
Not sure what it would have felt like to be here during a tourist rush, though, or during a time of bad air.
But today anyway, it was quite nice.
On the way back I noticed a catholic church opposite of the park and decided to go and take a look.
It was a little bit like the Lotus Pond: quiet and laid back. There didn’t really seem to be much to look at.
But I didn’t mind.
The thing is, I always get a funny feeling when I’m around manifestations of Christianity in China: I suddenly feel like an expert.
I know I’m not.
And I know that this kind of feeling is totally immature, but I guess it could be the same for a Chinese person who is witnessing Buddhism in a European country.
It just feels a bit weird.
Saint Paul holding up a Testament in Chinese, is that like Richard Gere chanting “Om omne padme hum”?
I found a blackboard inside the courtyard and I liked this drawing of the Virgin Mary a lot.
I liked the colors and the arrangement of the characters in columns and in rows.
I especially liked the fact that it was done in chalk, and therefore wasn’t meant for perpetuity.
Eternity is a scary thing to think about when you’re in a miniature hotel room with no windows and a damp smell to it, and the nightkeeper is outside snoring like a big dying bear.
And there is all this road ahead.